A teddy bear looks over his past |
Teddy Remembers By Tim Norman My life as a bear you’d think had been good Treasured and loved by this child as I should You’d be mistaken that my life was so swell Sometimes I thought, “I must be in hell!” Dragged and dropped and squeezed and stretched Tossing me far so a dog could play fetch I’ve lost one eye and most of my fur Stains from drinks and vomit for sure All still evident despite many trips To washers and dryers from many a slip I’ve played in the sand and been left in the rain I even have ridden on a long toy train I’ve tortured the cat and tugged war with the dog I’ve been dragged on the sidewalk and over a log Now after years’ the time it has flown The child over time has long since grown My life goes on in this dark box Crowded and cramped with a toy fox Now I’m just something to remember On a birthday sometime in December But my life fared better than some of the toys For after one day to the trash was deployed Some toys were left buried in the dirt Or quickly became the dog’s dessert No more thrills No more spills No longer am I held tightly at night Protecting the child from nightmarish fright I could have been dismembered! Like the stuffed cat I remember. I guess I’m lucky to have been loved so much A plaything to be carried and handled and touched So what if I have scars and stains and rips What an honor to have been kissed... despite missing lips |